30 Day Song Challenge: 3rd Week Catch Up!

This time of the year always passes in a wacky way for me. I blink and suddenly it’s Christmas Eve and we’re just a week away from the new year; yet, I also remember vividly the highlights and lowlights of a year that’s gone by. With the wacky time, it seems I’ve managed to be ridiculously behind on this song challenge, but I’m determined to catch up, so here we go! Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 3rd Week Catch Up!”

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[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dark Kali

whilst every brown boy and his mother leaf through the beauty of local girls,
I sit rudely in the scorching sun daring him to turn me darker still.

they’re checking the boxes that define perfection—
milky skin against ebony locks, submissive eyes.

but they lump me separately—
too much fire for a family so obviously dry. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dark Kali”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Home

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

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[Flash Fiction] Home

He only had time to grab his son and run. Together, they ran with the clothes on their back and their photo identification cards stuffed hastily in his pocket. They didn’t even have time to say goodbye.

Then again, there wasn’t much to say goodbye to. Behind them was fire, merciless and consuming, devouring each house like a starving dragon. Behind them were bodies, riddled with bullets, each hole dripping bloody dreams and hopes. Behind them were the graves of his wife and daughter, the screams of their last moments forever playing in his ears like a broken record. 

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[Flash Fiction] Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November

“I can’t believe you’re serious about doing this. What if people see you?”

“That’s what the mask is for.” He pointed to the white mask already secured on his face, his identity hidden behind an oversized smile, red cheeks, and a wide black mustache. 

“And if they decide to shoot you first and ask questions later?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November”

[Poetry] Three Months

One Month
The sun is shining, but I can’t see it.
The dirt’s been scrubbed, but I still feel it.
The room is silent, but I still hear him.

Two Months
I remember the rocks shredding my skin, but he’s okay.
I remember the blood staining my legs, but he’s okay.
I remember my screams bouncing off him, but he’s okay.

Three Months
And the world still turns for him.

© Jade M. Wong

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[Short Story] Paku The Polar Bear

“Paku, get your big butt off the floor and let’s go!”

“No.” The 1,000-pound polar bear laid on the ice cap, his wet snout resting on his front paws.

“I’m warning you, if you don’t move willingly, I’m going to use force.”

Paku opened one dark brown eye, scanned my 5’1″ petite frame, and let out a derisive snort. Frustrated, I kicked one of his hind legs.

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[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The New Colossus

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

— Emma Lazarus —

This is my first Writer’s Quote Wednesday post in more than a year, and since immigration is one of the topics at the forefront of politics nowadays, it seems fitting to share an excerpt from one of the world’s most renowned poems on immigrants.  Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The New Colossus”